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by Arne Garborg (1851 - 1924)
Translation © by Pierre Mathé

Veslemøy undrast
Language: Norwegian (Nynorsk) 
Our translations:  FRE
Gjentunn' breier, der Gutann' slær;
so ropar dei til kvarandre og lær.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Ja lett det gjeng med Lentur og Fjas,
paa Vollen der i det fallne Gras.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Og skjemta og fjasa, - lat gaa med det;
det gjer eg kanskje ein Gong, eg med.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Ja tenk, um eg raaka den Guten snilde,
som ikkje aat Haugtussa flira vilde!
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Ja skjemta og fjasa, - det skil ikkje meg;
men tenk, at Gjentunn' vil gifta seg!
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Um Guten er ven, naar han liten gjeng,
so vert han stygg, naar han veks til Dreng.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Og endaa um Drengen seg visa kan,
so vert han eit Troll, so snart han er Mann.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Ja tenk! at dei lokkar dei til aa fria!
Og tenk, at dei vil til Kyrkje rida!
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Dei veit, dei hev berre vondt i Vente.
Men endaa ingen vil gaa som Gjente.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Gjenta hev Moro, Kona hev Slit;
men endaa hev dei so lite Vit.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga -.

Nei fyrr eg vil byta mitt Gjente-Kaar,
fyrr gjeng eg og gjæter i hundra Aar.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga ...

Og fyrr eg vil inn i den Suti hard,
fyrr gjeng eg og bed meg i kvar Manns Gard.
- Me veit, naar det er so laga ...

Ja fyrr eg vil dragast med Baan og Mann,
fyrr gjeng eg Fanteferd Land og Strand!
- Me veit, naar det er so laga ...

Skjemta og fjasa eit Gran, - lat gaa;
men kyssa eit Skjegg! Aa langt derifraa! -
-- Det var, - um det var so laga.

Available sung texts: (what is this?)

•   E. Grieg 

E. Grieg sets stanzas 1-8, 14

Text Authorship:

  • by Arne Garborg (1851 - 1924), "Veslemøy undrast", appears in Haugtussa, in 5. I Slaatten, no. 2, first published 1895 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Edvard Grieg (1843 - 1907), "Veslemøy undrast", EG 152 no. 7 (1895), stanzas 1-8,14 [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La méditation de Veslemøy", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-08-21
Line count: 42
Word count: 323

La méditation de Veslemøy
Language: French (Français)  after the Norwegian (Nynorsk) 
Les filles étalent le foin que les gars coupent ;
Ils s'appellent les uns les autres et rient.
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Ce fut vite fait, dans la joie et les facéties,
sur la prairie et l'herbe coupée.
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Et assez de plaisanteries et de facéties ;
j'en ferai peut-être un jour partie.
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Pense que je pourrais rencontrer un gentil garçon
qui ne rirait pas de Haugtussa !
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Plaisanteries et de facéties, je n'y renonce pas ;
mais pense, les filles veulent se marier !
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Si les garçons sont gentils quand ils sont petits,
ils deviennent méchants quand ils grandissent.
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Et finalement, si un jeune homme est acceptable,
il se changera en troll dès qu'il sera un homme.
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.

Pense donc ! Il se laisse tenter à faire la cour !
Et pense donc, les voilà en route pour l'église !
-- nous savons qu'il en va ainsi  --.





















Plaisanteries et facéties, oublie-les un peu.
Mais embrasser une barbe ! Oh sûrement pas !
-- C'était ... là-bas, et il en fut ainsi --.

Note: Haugtussa peut se traduire par elfe des monts, personnage auquel s'identifie Veslemøy.


Text Authorship:

  • Translation from Norwegian (Nynorsk) to French (Français) copyright © 2012 by Pierre Mathé, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:

  • a text in Norwegian (Nynorsk) by Arne Garborg (1851 - 1924), "Veslemøy undrast", appears in Haugtussa, in 5. I Slaatten, no. 2, first published 1895
    • Go to the text page.

 

This text was added to the website: 2012-04-12
Line count: 27
Word count: 204

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